Is it good
That we don’t know the future?
We won’t try
If we are sure every time in bad result,
This knowledge would be like a memory, it’s salt
That’s added in a wound,
This memory of future’s out of nature,
And mystery will die…
Catch happy mood,
Which every day you find in beauty.
You feel again
But in another day than day ago,
It makes be interested in life and so
As beam in wood
This search’s a joy but not the duty –
Days’re not the same.
Across the time
Taste every morning on and on,
Don’t ever sleep –
Your coffee’s hot and chocolate is near,
It’s all the same if day is rainy here,
Taste life as vine…
Since time they had been born
Feelings were deep…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem, well done